Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
who doesnt love autumn colours
and heres a train full for you
you can get my part here
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